Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.